The City of Meka has situated on the borders of the Empire. Assuming the first line of defense against the monsters coming from the unexplored lands. 

Dark clouds covered this land all year round. Lamps covered every streets of the city. Lights powered by magic coming from the houses illuminated all day. Despite the darkness it still looks like sun still shine on this city. But even though it is in such a case, people flock towards it from all around the Empire.  

Especially the startup Guilds. 

Insignia of all colors could be found on all the person's clothes.  

"Woah! That is the Nephilim Guild!" 

"No, it is not! Look closely. It is one of their branches."  

"... Asmo is right." 

Three kids sitting on top of a barrel looked left and right looking for renowned Guilds. 

Mic had a scroll in front of him. All kinds of insignias and names where on it.  

The Top One to Ten had their Insignias and Names written much larger than the other 90 Guilds. 

Nephilim on the other hand was on Top 10. 

"Yeah! Alche your right." 

Mic stared back at the Nephilim guy's insignia comparing it to the one on the scroll. 

Nephilim on the scroll had the symbol of a Full Moon on it. While the Branch Guild stated has a New Moon. 

"... Main guild members should be in their respective areas. This city is so far from their area, and coming here would only waste their own resources. That's why... Ouch!" 

Mic punched Alche on the head, "Smartass!", Then bolted towards the alley. 

Asmo laughed hard, jumped down and went after Mic, Alche in tow. 

"Serves you right, Mic hates it when you play the smart one." 

"... I am smart." 

Asmo make a dismissive gesture. 

As they turned the corner Asmo's smiling face turned into a troubled one. While Alche was showing an 'i know it face' with a sigh. 

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They saw Mic bumped into the Nephilim Branch guy. 

Asmo whispered, "Well, I know this would happen. But why do I still feel angry every time?" 

"... I am out of here." 

"Wa-wait for me Alche." 

They left Mic behind. Base on their expressions and conversations. This has happened every time.  

Mic stood at the back of the guy. The guy has a robust and big body. Muscles could be seen all over him. 

"Are you from the Main Nephilim or Branch only?" 

The guy was irritated. He turned to Mic, "Scram kid!" 

Mic then stepped on the side. Looked in the guy's insignia. And compared it on the scroll's main guild.  

"Branch. Weak." Then he turned around looking for his friend whom had just left him. 

A vein popped on the guys temples as he turned around and grab Mic's collar. Lifting him up. Putting Mic in front of his face. 

"Boy! What Do I look right now to you?" 

"Still weak. And an impatient one at that." 

The guy was so angry as he attempted to hurl Mic down on the ground when a hand grab his hand. 

"He is right, your weak and impatient. That is why we can't keep you with the Main." 

The hand grabbing the guy look thin compared to the muscles on the guy. But it held strong making the guy sweat all over as he can't even move one bit. 

"Release him or I disqualify you right here right now." 

The guy paled as he releases Mic dropping him to the ground. 

Mic stood firm as he hit the ground and look at the slender man. He is wearing a mask, a pointy hat and a black cloak covering his body.  

But Mic's eyes glinted as he saw the Necklace from the slender man. Full Moon insignia. This means he is from the Main Nephilim! 

Top 10 Guilds were revered all over the Empire. Despite hanging on Top 10 Nephilim members are being respected as for the gap between the 10 and 11 are so vast that the top 10 may not be replace any time soon.  

Th Guilds are the source of human's prosperity. They’re the guardians and hope that make peace around the Empire. 

Driving dragons, giants, orc horde, demons, etc. Exploring unexplored lands. Expanding the Empires lands for the Humans. 

Mic was so dazzled by that necklace that his mouth drops on the ground. Opening so wide. 

The guy snorted and left the scene. While the slender man walks towards Mic. 

"You okay?" He grabbed Mic's shoulder. This woke Mic from his stupor. 

Mic stammered as he can't find the words to say. 

"Shhhh.." said the slender man. Then he tossed a gold coin towards Mic. 

Mic caught the coin. Happy may never describe his face right now. As he looks at the coin, the gold coin has no symbols on it. Just plain Gold Coin. 

"I have no uses for that. Use it well in the near future." Said the slender man. 

Mic then glanced back up towards the slender man. His mouth again opened wide hitting the ground for the second time. 

The slender man was pulling a cart. No. A HUGE cart. It towered the houses, looking like another building. A mobile building. The cart has Two Huge Wheels on each side. 

It looks like a carriage that horses pulled but this is clearly a cart base on its two wheels and design. The items on it are covered with a cloth and being secured by multiple ropes around it. 

Looking at the slender man walking liesurely using only one hand pulling the cart. How strong could he be? 

Every person on the streets looked shock as the slender man pulled the humongous cart. 

Mic on the other hand tightly clenched the Gold Coin. Looking at the Huge cart being towed.